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Dec 2018
I feel that the magic has left my fingertips
That my art in all forms
Has become greyed
And unenjoyed.
I feel that the childlike love I once poured
Into pots of paint
And graphite tips
Has gone away,
To be replaced by need
And money
Ray Ross
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Ray Ross  United States
(United States)   
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   Fawn and Ruby Payberg
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